| We’re all born defined by our cultures
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| Set loose to be caught
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| And stripped of our thoughts
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| Another possession of monsters
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| Worked to the core
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| To feel safe and secure in our walls
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| I’ve been
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| Bound and silenced by deceivers and liars
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| My cut of your profit is minimum wage
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| I’ll push aside my urge for defiance
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| The burns on my arms are the marks of a slave
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| I still dig myself up every morning
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| Clock my body in
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| We’re all born defined by our cultures
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| Set loose to be caught
|
| And stripped of our thoughts
|
| Another possession of monsters
|
| Worked to the core
|
| To feel safe and secure in our walls
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| Safe and secure in our walls
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| I’m serving my sentence but get no release
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| I’ve been chasing paper since my early teens
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| My minds set I’ll take my chances and leave
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| My appetite for life won’t be run by greed
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| Convinced that you own me
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| Locked my mind in my body
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| I’m nobodies trophy
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| I Know I’m not perfect but I hold my own
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| We’re all born defined by our cultures
|
| Set loose to be caught
|
| And stripped of our thoughts
|
| Another possession of monsters
|
| Worked to the core
|
| To feel safe and secure in our walls
|
| Clock my body in
|
| We’re all born defined by our cultures
|
| Set loose to be caught
|
| And stripped of our thoughts
|
| Another possession of monsters
|
| Worked to the core
|
| To feel safe and secure in our walls
|
| The burns on my arms are the marks of a slave |